_________________And thusly it ends: Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah. Now he drinks with the lepers. Losing a limb, his better half: A glass once half full, a head hung half-mast. He claims he's the victim strangled by the nine-to-five and a pattern of stillness that haunted this still life. And that's how you thrive. Your sorrow's your goldmine. So write some sad song about me. Screaming your agonies, playing the saint. The Martyr.

Sasuke! Share your uberhands with me!!*hugs both nekosasuke and ubersasuke*I love them!! Post them on DA or something!

_________________And thusly it ends: Depression seeps in on a lonely messiah. Now he drinks with the lepers. Losing a limb, his better half: A glass once half full, a head hung half-mast. He claims he's the victim strangled by the nine-to-five and a pattern of stillness that haunted this still life. And that's how you thrive. Your sorrow's your goldmine. So write some sad song about me. Screaming your agonies, playing the saint. The Martyr.